Country Highway Waltz
i thought i was broken
but i wasn't that bad
the words that were spoken
were all that i had
but what's worse than the madness
self torture and sadness
is the time that i've lost
you were always so distant
you were always so mean
you were worse than insistent
but you were rarely seen
but what's worse than the hours
were the symbolic flowers
that came with a cost
now i'm out on the highway
and i'm lost and alone
it was your way or my way
you didn't toss me a bone
and at the end of this journey
they'll roll me out in a gurney
then i'll never be bossed
in the shade of a hemlock
in the shade of an oak
i'm just a j. alfred prufrock
i'm the butt of my joke
but i can't crack a smile
at so much broken tile
in a house that's been crossed
and what's worse than the madness
self torture and sadness
is the time that we've lost